Gaudí (& al. unfortunately)The last day in August (CK again??). Víctor is drawing every Gaudí of Barcelona for a book. His plan for today is the Finca Miralles Fence so I go drawing with him. It's 4 in the afternoon, the sun is still high and casts long and quite ugly shadows, so I invent some others that probably do not exist but help explain the fanciful construction shapes.Just as sometimes I leave out lampposts or litter bins if I think they don't matter with the drawing, I doubt whether to include or not the sculpture of Gaudí some brilliant mind decided to place standing on the way (things made to Gaudí are sometimes a joke). There's some website that literally says "... in 1999 the ensemble was completed with a sculpture ...". So it goes. I'm so speechless about that I decide to draw it as a kind of testimony. The sculpture itself is just a question of taste, nothing to say (absolutely nothing), but I have no words to express in a politically correct way what I think about its presence in the center of the stage.The drawing Víctor made can be seen here.

Joy, fury, love, deathSaturday afternoon. I go with some friends to Parc Güell to draw a panorama and we walk up to the Mirador del Virolai which has one of the best views of Barcelona. I take it really slow so I come back twice more, the following tuesday and thursday. Alone. I've never taken such a long time for a drawing from life, six hours in total. My mind wanders about driven by what I see, what I draw, what I hear... I take pieces of conversations in many languages, I understand some snippets... people arrive, look, take a photo, leave, I keep on drawing... I wonder what happens behind the third window of the second floor on that brick building... I imagine a filter that tells me with some color the places where people laugh joyfully, with some other color where they shout angrily, with other where they make love, where someone just died... I know I'm drawing all this.